He had seen too many women who proactively court men who drove luxurious cars.

Stunned by his aura, the flirtatious smile on the beautiful woman's face froze.

However, she was reluctant to give up. Such a wealthy and magnificent man was every girl's dream!

If she could capture his heart, she would be set for the rest of her life.

"Don't be that way, Handsome, give me a hand," the beauty said coquettishly.

He remained apathetic. Without another word, he quietly took out a pair of white medical gloves from the dashboard, got out swiftly, pulled the passenger car door open, and pulled the woman out.

After that, he removed the gloves and tossed them into the trash can together with the antibacterial wipe.

Everything was done swiftly.

Subsequently, he turned to leave. The beauty was exasperated as she kept stomping her feet. "What gives? Am I, Fanny Mitchell, poisonous? Why do you have to wear gloves to touch me? What a weirdo!" Having said that, she rolled her eyes.

Stanley proceeded to enter the restaurant.

Upon entry, he had attracted countless gazes of the patrons inside. The women got excited and started discussing if he was a celebrity and whether he was from Country Z or Country H.

However, no matter how heated the gazes around him were, he paid them no mind and spared them not even a glance.

When Xyla entered the restaurant, she coincidentally saw Stanley about to go upstairs.

She quickly jogged over and smiled. "I thought I was early, but who knew that you are just as early as me."

There were still twenty minutes left until the appointed time.

"Yeah." He stopped, answering faintly.

His cold gaze inadvertently fell on her right leg, noticing that her shoelace was undone. Then, he squatted down to tie the loose lace.

This scene was as captivating as the classic scenarios in romantic dramas.

Everyone in the hall was stunned. All the women felt their scalps prickle from the sweetness as envy filled their eyes.

Xyla's heart immediately squeezed. She took a step back, smiling as she said, "Thank you."

"No need," he replied faintly as he got up and turned to walk ahead.

Xyla followed closely behind him.

"He doesn't care how many people are looking at him but would only look her in the eye and give only that woman his attention. I'm jealous!" "Oh my god! That girl is so lucky!"

"Stop being envious. We don't deserve to be envious of that young woman with our looks."

The women in the restaurant broke out into discussions. Everyone wished they were the girl that the cool and handsome young man had helped with tying her laces.

"Holy sh*t... Assistant Cassidy, what did I just see? Who am I? Where am I?" A middle-aged man donned in a full black suit with a buzzcut was frozen at the spot. He looked like he had seen a ghost as he watched the couple.

Zack was stunned as well before slowly shaking his head.

"Our president, who's a millennium iceberg, had actually tied a woman's shoelaces! Am I dreaming?" The startled expression lingered on the middle-aged man's face.

"You're not dreaming."

"Since I'm not dreaming, why did he do that? Wasn't he gay?"

"Who said he was gay?" Zack looked confused.

"Previously, many women at the company had thrown themselves at him but each one of them got banned and was chased out. Would a straight man do something like that?" the buzzcut man added.

"That makes sense. Manager Warner, didn't you say you wanted to discuss some issues in your sales department over dinner? Let's get back to business." As he spoke, Zack swiftly went over to their reserved seats beside the window and sat down.

***

After Xyla and Stanley entered the private room, they both sat at two ends of the table, respectively.

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